Monday, December 5, 2016
Its darker earlier these days. Looking out the window I see softening shades of blue and mauve and grey.
I see stones along th3 path and must be careful so that I don't stumble in the early evening hours.
I see a button that looks as if it has been created out of clay, perhaps from the bank of a slowly moving winter stream.
"The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater -- a moment when anything can happen, anything believed in." - Olivia Howard Dunbar
Monday, November 28, 2016
It is time to hibernate, cocoon, find my 'quiet place' and nurture myself. Seeking silence, seeking quiet, seeking peace and harmony.
I'm sure part of it is the time of year because when I look back at past years' postings I find there were always one or two 'silence', 'quietude' posts and usually they occurred in the late fall, early winter.
Fortunately blogging is a 'quiet' treasure so don't worry -- I'll still be here whispering to you.
Monday, November 21, 2016
This small pathway hints of the long ago first settlers of our country. With none of the tools and implements that we have today, they created places and ways to live.
Rocks, rubbed across other rocks were made into implements. Beads were fashioned from bone and wood and small rocks. Hunters hunted and farmers grew crops.
I have always had a deep abiding sadness for what the later settlers did to these first people. This small pathway is a tribute to what came before and the skill and thought with which they made their way through their lives.
"Look at every path closely and deliberately, then ask ourselves this crucial question: Does this path have a heart? If it does, then the path is good. If it doesn't, it is of no use." - Carlos Castaneda
Monday, November 14, 2016
How many paths have I taken in my life? So many that some are only vague memories, others have disappeared completely. And yet, here I am, taking another one.
One thing about creating -- it lets me take new and wonderful paths without even leaving my studio. At this time I've gone back to a path from the past. That's not all bad. I know my way better this time, although even an old path can lead you into new discoveries.
My husband has created several small paths here in our yard and I love to walk them, even though many of them are only a few steps long.
"As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives." - Henry David Thereau
Monday, November 7, 2016
Come on along on a little wander. Something inspired by my own walks, both present and past. Something that says 'earth' to me and that I must pay close attention to the smallest twig, to the sound of water, or leaves falling, to every moment of my day.
"Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it." - Greg Anderson